Child's Play 5! The Revenge Of Chucky

Chapter 1: Coming Out of The Closet

"DAAAAAADDDDDYYYY!"

"DAD!"

Andy swung open the bedroom door and it slammed against the wall. Andy waved his hand up and down against the wall in the darkness, trying to find the light on the wall. He had always had trouble finding it, especially in times of need, like now. Finally, Andy found the switch and flicked it, and light filled the room. Andy surveyed the room, searching for Taylor, but Taylor was no where in site.

"Taylor! Where are you" shouted Andy. He scanned the room again. Fear started to consume Andy, something he had not felt in 20 years, since it had happened. "TAYLOR!" Andy screamed again, this time much louder then before.

"I'm under here Dad" whispered a voice and Andy immediately recognized it as Taylor's. It was coming from under the bed and Taylor's voice was now calm. A wave of relief filled Andy and he wiped the sweat off his brow. Andy slowly lowered himself down to the carpeted floor and peered under the bed. He could see Taylor, lying down under the bed, petrified.

"Taylor, what are you doing under there?" asked Andy. He started to feel frightened again, thinking of him, the one that had tried to take his life, 20 years back. Calm down Andy he thought to himself. Chucky is dead. You watched him die. He's not coming back.

"There's a monster in my closet" responded Taylor. He then extended a shaking hand and pointed towards his closet door, across the room from Andy. Andy glanced over at the door, and he was consumed with fear. What if Chucky's back. What if he's in there, waiting for you to open the closet door, so he can get his revenge.

"Taylor, there's nothing in there. There's no such thing as monsters" Andy said, trying to sound reassuring. "Get out from under there and I'll show you there's nothing in your closet." Andy brushed back his thick, brown hair out of his face and waited for Taylor to climb out. As Taylor climbed out from under the bed and the light slowly spread across his face, Andy realized how frightened Taylor was. His eyes were wide open, red and puffy, from crying. There was an expression of fear across Taylor's face, which Andy had never seen before. Something's in there, Andy. Taylor hasn't done anything like this in over a year. Chucky's in there, ready for revenge.

Taylor sat down on the edge of his bed, the fear draining slightly from his face, but still there. "Aren't you going to check" Taylor said. Andy nodded his head up and down, then began walking to the closet door. Each step he took, more fear consumed him, more thoughts ran through his head. What if Chucky is back? It's not that absurd. Oh sure, you watched him die, get sliced to pieces, but maybe he's come back to life. He's done it before. And knowing Chucky, the first thing on his to do list would be to track me down and tear me into thousands of pieces with his own bare hands."

Andy stood in front of the closet door, sweating profusely, shaking with fear. Relax Andy he thought to himself. Chucky wont be there. Andy stood there, thinking he would be too scared to open the door, but he surprised himself, clenching the knob, turning it and swinging the closet door open. Andy slammed his eyes shut and got ready to be pounced upon by Chucky. He waited 2 seconds, the two longest seconds of his life, waiting for Chucky to lay his move, and then slowly opened his eyes. Chucky was nowhere in site. Andy stepped in and checked behind a few boxes, kicked a few clothes off the ground, making sure Chucky wasn't lurking around, but Andy didn't see any signs of Chucky.

"See, Taylor, there's nothing to worry about. You were just imagining things" announced Andy, trying to sound as if he knew all along. "O.k."

"I guess" responded Taylor. He looked slightly confused and sad. See Andy. He was imagining it, like most small children do. Chucky's Dead. Andy let out a huge yawn and suddenly realized how tired he was.

"Goodnight Taylor" Andy drowsily said. He switched off the light and walked out of the room.